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It  is  I! 
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They  come,  they  come — a  motley  crew, 

For  rapine,  rape  and  plunder  met; 
From  different  realms  of  every  hue, 

The  olive,  yellow,  white  and  jet; 
The  princely  loom-lord  and  his  servile  loot. 
By  sea  and  land  they  come — on  horse,  on  foot. 

Ye  southern  freemen,  who  is  he, 

By  foes  encompassed  as  thou  art, 
That  will,  that  can  deliver  thee? 

That  dares  attempt  to  take  thy  part? 
Hark  ye  !  in  louder  thunder  from  on  high, 
The  great  Jehovah  answers — It  is  I. 

Rise,  then,  ye  freemen,  old  and  young, 

Unsheath  your  swords — be  bold — be  brave  ! 

Away  be  every  scabbard  flung, 

In  Federal  blood  your  broadswords  lave. 

Arise.  '"  arise  and  thresh" — 'tis  God's  command: 

And  sweep  Abe's  cringing  minions  from  your  land. 


W5S 


1  n 


Hollinger  Corp. 
pH  8.5 


